I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"squeak--"

The chirping of crickets broke the silence of the night, abrupt and sharp, tearing a hole in the muddy rice field and injecting a little vitality. Then, all the insects seemed to be awakened and began to sing in chorus.

When the goblin was following them just now, the fields were so quiet that even the sound of leaves rubbing against each other could not be heard. Now that the crisis is over, the insects have regained their vitality.

"It seems that they are more sensitive to danger than we are," Song Guicheng said, "Am I not as good as a bug?"

He thought about it for a while, then asked, "Zhizhi, do you think I will fall into the Zerg world?"

Pei Shuangjin glanced at him strangely and said calmly, "You don't look like it."

Song Guicheng exclaimed, and asked in confusion: "What did I learn?"

Pei Shuangjin said: "Insects are chirping."

He took out his cell phone and clicked a few times, searching for "cricket's chirping", then handed it to Song Guicheng. There were all kinds of cricket sounds, squeaking, chirping, and rattling, making a loud noise.

Compared with the real insects, Song Guicheng's "squeak" sound was indeed not very realistic.

Song Guicheng stared blankly at the yellow and black crickets on the screen, then looked at Pei Shuangjin who had a serious expression on his face, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, why didn't I realize before that you...you are so cute."

He laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, and he couldn't straighten his back while holding Pei Shuangjin's shoulders.

"I didn't imitate the sound of an insect!" Song Guicheng defended himself, "I was calling you!"

Pei Shuangjin has already accepted the fact that Song Guicheng looks extremely serious, but in fact he is a man of shocking words and has an extremely wild imagination.

He calmly replied: "Okay, I'm willing to fall into the Zerg world with you."

Although Pei Shuangjin didn't even know what the Zerg were, he didn't mind turning into a bug with Song Guicheng.

"I..." Song Guicheng fell on Pei Shuangjin and laughed, "I mean, your nickname is Zhizhi. It's not me, it's not you, and it's not the bugs' call!"

Song Guicheng couldn't stop laughing, and he fell towards the ridge of the field with unsteady steps. Pei Shuangjin put his arm around his shoulders and led him to the middle.

Pei Shuangjin couldn't understand: "Why am I called Zhizhi?"

Song Guicheng finally laughed enough. He wiped away a few tears from the corners of his eyes and replied, "The frost has ended, the frost and snow have stopped. Stop doesn't sound good, but squeak is so cute."

Pei Shuang didn't care about the name at all, it was just a nickname. He just looked at Song Guicheng silently. Because he laughed so hard, a light red blush crept up to the corners of his eyes, which was really cute.

"Call me that if you like." Pei Shuang sighed imperceptibly, and he himself did not even realize how indulgent his tone was.

After turning the second corner, you can see the detached villa surrounded by railings not far away. There are a few lights on in the house, dispelling the darkness and terror brought by the night.

That is Pei Shuangjin's home.

Song Guicheng asked: "Is there anyone else in your family?"

Pei Shuangjin shook his head: "The servants will leave on their own after cooking, and the light is left by them."

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Song Guicheng was a little confused.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a habit." Pei Shuangjin didn't explain much.

Song Guicheng didn't ask any more questions.

In front of the villa there is a river that is neither wide nor narrow. It is calm and quiet, like a soft ribbon that wraps around the entire house from behind.

After they crossed the bridge, they arrived at the entrance of the villa.

It covers a very large area but is not very tall. It is a two-story duplex building with a tiled roof and brick walls, surrounded by corridors and open from north to south. It looks very old, simple and heavy.

Pei Shuangjin led Song Guicheng inside. The environment inside was beautiful. The lawn lights emitted a gentle light, illuminating the well-arranged pines, bamboos, and various flowers and plants.

The feng shui layout of this house is extremely exquisite, and Song Guicheng can feel a comfortable atmosphere from the surrounding aura.

He looked around and said with emotion: "Your house has a very good feng shui."

Pei Shuangjin raised the bamboo curtain door and said, "This is my ancestral home."

Song Guicheng nodded: "No wonder, the house was built according to the terrain. I guess it took a lot of effort to choose the site."

Japan learned Feng Shui from China, so there are many similarities.

Mountains control population and water controls wealth. Facing water with your back to mountains will bring wealth and longevity. Sitting north and facing south will lead to a smooth sailing, while sitting west and facing east will make your life like a green pine. These general directions are unchanging.

This villa is backed by a mountain and faces water in front. One door faces south and the other faces east. It was obviously very carefully designed.

The main lights in the main room were on, illuminating the furnishings inside, which were similar in style to the exterior of the villa, simple and quaint, traditional Japanese style. There were no sofas or coffee tables, but instead tea seats and futons.

Pei Shuangjin put away their school bags and said, "Let's eat first."

The dining room was in another room separated by a door. It also had a low dining table and a flat futon, with a meal for two on the table.

"How did your servant know that guests were coming?" Song Guicheng was surprised. "Can you transmit sound through the air?"

He naturally thought in the direction of the supernatural. After all, Pei Shuang was able to foresee the arrival of danger, and it seemed not impossible for him to convey orders with his mind.

Pei Shuangjin took out his cell phone from his pocket and showed the message to Song Guicheng: "If this can be considered as telepathy, then it is indeed true."

……

Song Guicheng has been out of touch with modern society for too long and often forgets the purpose of his mobile phone.

"Then why didn't you use your cell phone to light up the woods just now?" Song Guicheng frowned slightly.

Pei Shuangjin set the table and said calmly, "I was too scared and forgot."

The calm expression, peaceful tone, orderly movements, and the phrase "I'm too scared" are not convincing at all.

However, Song Guicheng did not raise any questions. After all, if there was a chance to hold Wu Zhi's hand and make Wu Zhi rely on him wholeheartedly, he would not choose to turn on the phone light.

The dinner was very sumptuous, with sushi, tempura, grilled fish, miso soup, chicken fried rice, matcha daifuku for dessert, and some fruit for after-meal. There were many varieties, but the portions were not large, so I was just full after eating them all.

Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin were not talkative people while eating. The table was very quiet, and even the sound of the dishes and chopsticks colliding was rare. The warm light shone on their heads, and the atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful.

Song Guicheng was still not satisfied after finishing a serving of matcha daifuku. When he put down his fork, another serving was pushed over to him. Pei Shuangjin nodded slightly: "You eat it."

Song Guicheng did not show his preference for desserts, but Pei Shuangjin could still detect it from his subtle expressions and movements.

Song Guicheng took it without hesitation: "Thank you for the matcha daifuku sent by Big Brother Bang."

Pei Shuangjin held his forehead with his hand: "Promising."

There are meat, vegetables and desserts. This kind of food was considered the last meal before execution in the previous dungeon.

Sure enough, in the copy with Wu Zhi, even the food got better.

Song Guicheng has reason to suspect that the soul-tracing game is discriminatory, right?

The refreshing, slightly bitter, yet slightly sweet matcha spread in Song Guicheng's mouth. His expression did not change much, but his slightly leaning forward body and the satisfaction in his eyes showed his love for this dessert.

Pei Shuangjin casually forked a piece of fruit and put it into his mouth, watching Song Guicheng eat dessert in a relaxed manner, a hint of tenderness lingering in his cold eyes.

His way of treating someone well is very simple, which is to put everything the other person wants in front of him or her, including desserts and love.

"I'll get you some toiletries."

"Wait, I'll come with you."

Song Guicheng quickly finished the last piece, climbed up from the mat, and followed Pei Shuangjin to the second floor.

*

The pointer slowly moved towards ten o'clock, the insects in the fields chirped tirelessly, the thick clouds were blown by the wind, and a corner of the moon appeared, casting a ray of light into the house.

The curtains in the room on the second floor were half drawn, and Pei Shuangjin was trimming Song Guicheng's bangs in her room.

He held the barber's scissors in his hand and carefully trimmed Song Guicheng's hair to the right length. Song Guicheng sat on the bed with his eyes closed, his hair sticking to his forehead wetly, with a drop of water falling on his long and thick eyelashes, looking well-behaved and docile.

Pei Shuangjin's hands touched his eyelids, nose bridge, and cheeks from time to time. They were slightly cool, a little damp, and had a delicate touch, like high-quality jade.

The itchiness caused by the slight scratching was infinitely magnified in the quiet atmosphere. Song Guicheng held his breath and automatically outlined the shape of the hands in his mind. The bones and flesh were well-proportioned, the joints were distinct, and the muscle lines had a powerful beauty.

This kind of ambiguous touch seduced some hidden ambitions in his heart. Song Guicheng licked his lower lip, clenched his hands curled up in his sleeves, and his breathing changed slightly.

Song Guicheng was never a person who was ignorant of the ways of the world. On the contrary, he was too precocious. After being nurtured by hardships and catalyzed by people with good intentions, he was familiar with every step of intercourse and integration.

He knew exactly how to play with a flower, how to caress it, how to twist it, and how to squeeze out its juice.

His heart had been chiseled too early and filled with fluids and juices, and had already rotted away, which could not be concealed in front of Wu Zhi.

From the moment of sacrificing oneself, desire quietly gathers, surges, and squeezes in the heart, waiting for an opportunity to burst out and drench mortals and gods in love and desire.

Pei Shuangjin could not detect the thoughts in the boy's mind. He could only see his eyelashes trembling and whispered, "Don't be afraid. It will be fine soon."

"Hmm." Song Guicheng made a short sound, afraid that the voice would reveal something.

If Wu Zhi knew that he had been coveting him from the very beginning, wanted to get him, and wanted to eat him, what would he think of him?

Will he be nailed to the pillar of shame for being lewd and debauched?

Will you never touch him or even look at him again?

Song Guicheng rubbed his knees with his fingertips, then slowly tightened them.

But it's too late.

My gods were blinded by my pain and broken soul, and forgot to explore what kind of deep desires this body had.

By the time he found out, it was too late.

He wants to hold the soul of the god high, and also drag the body of the god down into the sea of ​​desire.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Shuangjin carefully cleaned the remaining hair on his face and found that his breathing was extremely unstable. He didn't seem to be afraid, but rather a little excited.

The touch on his face disappeared, Song Guicheng opened his eyes and replied softly: "I was thinking about the death of someone in school."

Pei Shuangjin didn't believe it. Song Guicheng wouldn't have such a reaction when he saw a dead person. However, he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he cleaned up the garbage on the ground carefully and said, "The school has issued a notice that we don't have to go to class this week."

Song Guicheng nodded: "Okay."

This week, it’s the time limit for dungeon reveal.

For ordinary players, not being able to go to school means losing the opportunity to collect clues and information. Although it is difficult to maintain your persona in school, you can always find opportunities to find out something.

Once classes are suspended, clues are like a thin stream of water completely blocked by a rock, making it extremely difficult to investigate the deceased and the murderer.

The workload of a Level B copy is not at the same level as the previous copies.

The higher the level of the dungeon, the more meaning the main quest has, and the more levels the story chain develops.

The main quests of the previous copies are single-stage, and only require one thing to be done. The main quest of this copy is multi-stage, and it seems that all you need to do is find the murderer, but in fact it also includes identifying the deceased and helping the deceased to avenge himself.

The map is vast, the interpersonal relationships are complex, and there are many miscellaneous matters. It is impossible to concentrate on exploration. It is difficult to connect various types of information together for reasonable and effective reasoning. What's more, this is a single-player copy, and even brainstorming is impossible.

But the time limit has not changed. Today is Monday, and there are still 6 days left this week to complete the above series of tasks.

There are many things to do, the time is tight, the characters are important, and the ghosts are very powerful, which are the difficulties of this B-level copy.

Even Song Guicheng would find it difficult before he inherited half of Wu Zhi's power.

Now he sat cross-legged on the bed, supporting his chin with one hand and swiping his phone, and then... opened a single-player game.

It's a shame for a poor student to come back to study at night, Song Guicheng comforted himself, and then plunged into the Candy Crush game.

When Pei Shuangjin came back from throwing away the garbage, he saw Song Guicheng with a frown on his face and a serious expression, staring at his phone as if he was facing a great enemy.

His heart tightened, thinking that the pervert Nakano had sent him some nude photos again, so he hurried over.

Then I saw the colorful patterns on Song Guicheng’s phone and the white number 1 jumping above the screen.

Song Guicheng raised his phone and looked at him eagerly: "What should I do? There is only one step left to go."

He hugged his knees and looked aggrieved. Pei Shuangjin took a deep breath, took out his phone and quickly transferred the money, saying two words: "Krypton Gold."